| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Emerald City of Oz by L. Frank Baum: "Ha! So you're here!" cried the King.
"So I am," said the General.
"March your army at once to the Land of Oz, capture and destroy the
Emerald City, and bring back to me my Magic Belt!" roared the King.
"You're crazy," calmly remarked the General.
"What's that? What's that? What's that?" And the Nome King danced
around on his pointed toes, he was so enraged.
"You don't know what you're talking about," continued the General,
seating himself upon a large cut diamond. "I advise you to stand
in a corner and count sixty before you speak again. By that time
you may be more sensible."
The Emerald City of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Schoolmistress and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov: "One of us! A bit on, old man? Aha-ha! Never mind, have a good
time! Don't be down-hearted, old chap!"
He took Vassilyev by the shoulder and pressed his cold wet
mustache against his cheek, then he slipped, staggered, and,
waving both hands, cried:
"Hold on! Don't upset!"
And laughing, he ran to overtake his companions.
Through the noise came the sound of the artist's voice:
"Don't you dare to hit the women! I won't let you, damnation take
you! You scoundrels!"
The medical student appeared in the doorway. He looked from side
The Schoolmistress and Other Stories |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: many smokes before you."
The policeman went with him wonderingly, while Donald and Davy
dropped their cards and followed. The Minook men noticed Montana
Kid pointing now up the river, now down, and came over.
"What's up?" Sutherland demanded.
"Nothing much." Nonchalance sat well upon the Kid. "Just a case
of raising hell and putting a chunk under. See that bend down
there? That's where she'll jam millions of tons of ice. Then
she'll jam in the bends up above, millions of tons. Upper jam
breaks first, lower jam holds, pouf!" He dramatically swept the
island with his hand. "Millions of tons," he added reflectively.
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